Captain America

[captainamerica]

The Character

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Cannon or your own:Cannon

Copyright (Marvel/DC/ect):Marvel

Characters civilian name:Steve Rogers

Code names/Aliases:The Captain, Nomad, Crossbones, Cap-Wolf.

Class [Superhero, Vigilante, Mercenary..ect]:Vigilante

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Gender: Male

Age:85

Apparent Age:25

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Blue

Height and weight: 6' 3" 245lbs

Appearance:Tall and muscular, Steve usally wears nice, comfortable cloths, with his hair cut just above regulation. He’e usally clean shaven.

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Super Powers:None

Learned Abilities:Excellent military strategist, diplomat, and painter.

Equipment: Captain America uses several shields throughout his history, the most recognizable of which is a nigh-indestructible discus-shaped shield made from a fusion of vibranium with an experimental steel alloy.[49] This alloy was created by accident and never duplicated, although efforts to reverse-engineer it resulted in the creation of adamantium. Cable reveals to Captain America that this shield still exists in one of the possible futures; Cable carries it into battle and brandishes it as a symbol.

Weaknesses (Must Have):Despite all of his training, Steve is just human and can die if he loses enough blood.

Background:Steve Rogers was born in the Red Hook section of New York City, and would go on to become an Art student at Empire State University, until Germany attacked England. Fearing what might happen if Germany was aloud to go unchallenged, he tried to enlist in the Army, only to be rejected due to his frail frame. Upon hearing how badly he wanted to serve his country, Army officials offered him a shot to at an experimental treatment. Rogers jumped on it. Several months later, he was chosen to be the test subject for Operation Flag. After ingesting the Supersolider serum, and being exposed to vita rays, he was transformed into a near perfect physical specimen, with the attributes of an Olympic level athlete. Although he was suppose to be the first of many, a Nazi spy destroyed all hopes when he killed the scientist who created the formula and the last of the serum. After killing the spy, Rogers was given the identity of Captain America and fought along side of other superheroes during the war, before ‘dying’ saving London from an experimental plane was hijacked and sent to crash into the City.

His body fell into the Atlantic Ocean, and would later be discovered twenty years after the fact by the team of superheroes, the Avengers. Steve continues to fight, both solo, and with the Avengers, against injustice and evil.

Personality :Confident, but not overly so. He is always thinking three steps ahead of his enemies, making him almost impossible to defeat. He is extreamly honorable, and will never go back on his word. Not afraid to die for his beliefs, but will do what ever he can to prevent loss of life.

Other:His only fault is he can get caught up in his own legend from time to time, taking on opponents far more powerful than himself.


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Brief Sample Roleplay
6:12am on a Saturday morning, in the gym of the Avengers Mansion, where Steve Rogers is workingout. He has forgone his uniform for a muscle shirt, sweatpants, and white sneakers. He was on the treadmill, getting in his morning laps, and trying to forget about his latest argument with his off again, on again girlfriend, Sharon Carter. As usual, she wants him to give up being Captain America and he wants her to leave SHIELD, both feeling it’s to dangerous for the other. He finish’s his five mile run, walks over to where he laid down his water bottle and takes a swig. He feels like such a hypocrite, waiting Sharon to leave SHIELD, while he refuses to give up being Captain America. He sitsdown and shakes his head.

I really should apologize to her. She is only worried about me, after all.

Steve then got up and did thirty minutes of kick boxing on the punching bag, after which, he went into his room, took off his clothes and took a quick shower. He got out, wrapped a towel around his waist, and walked back into the bedroom, and began to get dressed. As he was putting on his red boxers, he heard his Avenger’s communicard began to beep. It was a priority A-1. He grabbed it and spoke into it.

“Captain America here. What’s the emergency?”

His voice was as calm as ever, knowing that was what he needed in a situation like this. “Steve, it’s Jan. Ultron was just spooted in New Mexico, attacking an Army base. The team is needed to meet in the Hanger!”
The Wasp said. Steve smiled, as he couldn’t help but feel that she belonged on the Chairman’s position of the team. He put on his uniform, grabbed his shield and strapped on his bach, and ran out to the Hanger to meet the rest of the team.

[colossus]

What about the Super Soldier Serum? It, along with his dedication to training, put him in top physical condition and allowed him to perform just below Superhuman levels.

[captainamerica]

It did for a time, give him superstrength, but he lost that ability in the '70's. He is catagorized as being "as superhuman as can be, without being superhuman." He's basically as powerful as the average Olympian level athlete.

[Black Canary]

Approved

[Black Widow]

It was past midnight and the dreams would not stop. This was the second time this week that he had been caught this way and it wasn’t even Wednesday. The dreams always had the same plot, the same setting, it was the people who changed, and that was the worst thing. There was the castle, Baron Zemo’s castle, it was the same as he remembered it but filled with the occasional anachronism, once it had been a bank of computer terminals, this time it had been a cell-phone with a high pitched ringer going off on a corner table. He and someone were running through it, after a drone plane, last night it had been Bucky, which was normal. The last time it had been Wasp, the time before that he would swear it had been Iron Man, though on waking up he had thought this an unusual and unfair twist. But who it was didn’t matter, not in the end, because the dream always ended the same. He leapt backward, and whoever was with him stayed behind even as he shouted for them to get away. He awoke when the icy water touched him, but not before he’d seen his friend destroyed in the fire ball produced by the drone.

And that was where he was now, awake, leaning on the sill of his window and looking out on the city street below. The air was humid and hot, summer time in the middle of New York City. It made him think of the Pacific, of the islands and the way the palms leaned with the wind before a storm. Thunder rumbled somewhere off in the distance, a storm was approaching after all, he hoped that it would relieve some of the mugginess in the air. Two o’clock in the morning, two o’clock… He shook his head slightly, trying to clear away the grogginess that the weather and the sleeplessness had put on him.

It started to rain outside, he pulled away from the window and pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, opening them to look into the dimness of the bedroom. It was a Spartan affair, the only decorations a framed photograph from the war and a round shield rested against a wall. He crossed the room and picked up the shield, turning it over in his hands letting the light from the streetlamps outside fall on the shining surface, he wiped away a bit of dirt that had fallen on it from the floor. Steve Rogers, Capt. America, that was him. He was the poster boy for the recruitment offices; he had fought for years in Europe and in Asia; he had killed because he had to and even now, older and wiser to the ways of the world, still felt a pang of regret that even those lives couldn’t be saved. Nazi or not, criminal or not, it left a terrible taste in his mouth. He set the shield off to the side, resting where he had been sleeping fitfully just hours before. He stood, headed out of the room, toward the kitchen. Maybe he could get a drink of water, lift some weights or… something. That would help. “Keep a clear mind, Steve, keep on it.” Lightening flashed, a bright white light and a loud crack and he recalled the dream once more. He almost missed a heartbeat and chided himself once more. “You can’t go back and change it, stop thinking about it.” It wouldn’t really help, but at this point it was mind over matter. The lightening flashed again, and he made his way through the silent rooms.

[Pepper]

Rather chilling. Approved. Have fun!